Pretty Ebony

Pretty ebony, take me where I want to be.

I am sitting with the ivory
Hoping sound will soothe all my rough places plain.
Will I wait for the tsunami?
Does it take disaster to show me my way?

I am looking at the starlight.
Or am I really gazing at the space between?
All the emptiness that binds us
Hidden in a tiny strand of everything.


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